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Part 1 Awakening
Posted By: Ghost Sniper<taylorboys@vtown.com.au>
Date: 30 September 2003, 6:33 AM
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Authors Note: I KNOW! It's just the Halo story. But the next time some bum asks you why Halo is so good you can direct them here for the story (Hopefully after you have given them a severe bashing for ignorance of the great game). Plus it has some cool action sequences, even if they are confusing.
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It was cold; it was always cold in space it never changes. Of course "Chief" had been cryogenically frozen for the hyperspace. "Chief" as he had been nicknamed was a 41-year-old genetically modified super soldier. Who at the moment was that the rank of Master Chief and was the only title his comrades knew him by.
He was a result of the government project designed to fight an alien race known only as, the Covenant. The covenant, a band of alien races who are together only by there hatred and passion for the destruction of humanity. A war against Humans and the Covenant started almost three decades ago. The Covenant believed that the destruction of humanity was the will of the gods; obviously humans didn't really like this. Humans fought strong and hard but due to the Covenants superior numbers and superior weapons it was a losing battle. Chief's project was code-named Spartan II, he was the last Spartan left for all of the others lay dead on "Reach", a planet from whence he had just came.
The suit that he had been wearing for 30 hours came to life and began to give readouts on the HUD. His suit was comprised of metallic green armour all over with black soft material on the inside poking through tiny cracks of the armour. His helmet was a large armoured box that covered his entire head; the only way to communicate was through a crackling radio on the helmet's front. This often put strangers on edge and uneasy around him. His visor covered most of his face and looked like piercing Cyclops eye viewing the entire battlefield watching everyone's movements.
On the inside the visor showed reliable statistics, his vital signs, his shield energy, his light battery, a device that monitored what type and how much ammo he carried on his suit. His suit was state-of-the-art which included a device that plugged into his brains thoughts empowered the suit; in doing so this increased his reactions to that of a quarter of an average human.
Another little modification he never dreamed of was a rechargeable shield. His shield would take all physical damage then recharge when no damage was being taken. Although limited in its energy, so as not to make him invulnerable, it had already saved his life many times.
"Sorry about the quick thaw, Master Chief" the technician next to his cryo-tube broke his train of thought. "The disorientation should pass quickly, I gave you a double dose of the wake up stim. Things are a little hectic right now."
"Welcome back sir, we'll have you battle ready stat." Said the tech from the bulletproof observation window. (For security reasons)
"Okay chief we are going to activate your monitoring systems".
His health vitals popped up on his visor, a few blue blocks showed his overall health if they turn red then disappeared. Well it was something Chief really wanted to think of.
"Showing green across the board." Said the tech from the window.
"Great now we just have to get a calibration for your suits looking abilities." Just hurry up chief thought to himself he was getting impatient.
"Chief, please look around the room."
He did as he was told and looked at the surroundings it looked calm enough. The metal of all United Nations Space Command (UNSC) battle space ships was always the same boring and metallic shine. The cryo-bay where he was now was no exception the only colour came from the overalls of the helping technicians.
"Thanks, looks fine to me" said the tech on the floor, "okay you can get out of your tube, sir" to
Finally Chief thought to himself, he grasped both sides of the tube and pulled himself out. As he did he felt old, he was old, he was 41 and had spent 20 years as a Spartan. He started his Spartan training at age six and had been one ever since. He dropped to the floor; the echo that followed was creepy.
"Thank if you'll follow me to the shield testing station, Sir" the tech said leading him to the testing station.
Chief followed and stood in the energy shield testing area. On his visor a read out showed his Shields energy by a blue bar that would decrease in sizes as the energy did. Funnily enough it was over his health bar as if it was protecting it which it was. "Seems fine to me, okay sir let's check the recharge" he braced himself for the charge that would only drain his shields, or so they say. Chief rarely trusted anyone or anything. The bar began to spin around him it powered up and released its energy into him. He was still alive, that's a good thing, he looked at his shield but it was already recharging.
"Recharging normal, cycle complete". Over the loudspeaker came a huge booming voice.
"Bridge to cryo-bay two, this is Captain Keyes, send the Master Chief to the bridge immediately". Captain Keyes was a great leader and was a veteran in the field. One of the few people who Chief respected. So did many in the United Nations space command.
"But sir will have to skipper workers diagnostic..." the tech trailed off.
"On the double crewmen for." Keys emphasise the last part.
"Aye aye, sir." The tech turned to Chief "the skipper seems jumpy, we'll find your weapons later".
"I'll keep the self diagnostics running," said the tech still in the window.
"You better get to your evacuation-point then Sam" said the tech on the floor.
"Right just restarting the computer..."
The door besides Sam started to rumble followed by clearly a roar like an animal. The door burst open showing two dark figures looking the same in their blue and red body armour. These were Elites. Elites where just one of the races in the Covenant. These where the strongest the covenant had in there ranks and the most lethal. Eight-foot six tall in an Elite could be a worthy advisory. All elites were equipped with a rechargeable shield like Chiefs (In fact the human store the technology from them). Chief had been close-quarters with one and saw what its real strength was like. One could wipe out a squad of marines in minutes, they where rarely found in groups, which was fortunate.
The tech grab for his radio and called "security at cryo-bay two they're trying to breakthrough..." the blue elite pounced on him, viciously throwing the tech across the room. The tech fumbled from the standard issue 9mm pistol, before he could the blue elite was firing it's deadly plasma rifle and did not stop until the red elite grabbed his arm. It looked around the room then through the glass it saw the two humans in the bay below. He began firing but nothing happen; he ran for them and bashed the glass. It didn't budge, that's human unbreakable the red Elite barked an order (red was obviously a high rank) and both ran from room.
"Sam, Sam" the tech cried, "come on" he said to chief "we got to get the hell out of here," the only door slid open as he ran across room.
"Quickly this way" the tech said.
Outside was a deserted hallway, well lit, identical to all of the hallways on the ship no matter the size. Chief and the tech ran down, the later a bit ahead because Chief was a bit drowsy still. They got to the door; the tech punched in his key code went to open it but the door suddenly exploded.
The door bent back towards and debris came flying through the flames. Both fell over by the blast wave. Chief went to grab the tech; he took one look and turned away. The tech was not going anywhere; face up eyes wide open and spread-eagled he was not moving at all; the large bloodied block of debris above his head told the story as well.
Chief was alone now, the way he liked it, and the way he worked. He saw halfway down a side passage. He peered in it was a maintenance area which opened to another hallway. He climbed through. This hallway was empty to; he turned right and went through another door. The hallway was silent, to silent, he went on slowly ready to pounce on anything suspicious.
Unarmed combat was a big thing in his Spartan training 2 hours every day. He crept forward to about six feet from the door. The rest of the roof from him to the door suddenly exploded and fell to the ground. Chief jumped back and was barely bruised improved reflexes was just one of the numerous modifications made during his genetic alterations. He continued to the door and under a stuck blast door to arrive on a battlefield, his only home.
Two elites were to the left of him while three techs where defending on the right, only with there pistols. Chief was still unnoticed and bashed the blast doors controls to put an invincible barrier between each other. There was barely three inches before the door would close when a glowing ball was souring through the air. The grenade exploded upon reaching the ground throwing one tech across room. He was already dead when he hit the ground his lifeless eyes staring back at Chief.
Chief turned back to the doors the elites where so close that there breath misted the glass, there muffle shouts where put to an end when the two steal plates completed their journey completing the blast door sequence. He knew they would meet again in combat another time and one would die, Chief would then see it breath it's last stinking breath.
An explosion cracked the silence, chief swung round to see 2 techs being chased by a pack of aliens. Chief ran to them turning on the blast doors again. He went to help one through the closing door. The tech froze with fear, cowering. Chief was about to run in and get him when a bright light lit up the hallway. The explosion was so close Chief's ears were still ringing when he fell back through the door.
The sudden silence was unrealistic even though the techs where safe they won't be for long. Chief had to go leaving behind two very freighted techs and a dead body. He headed through a side passage, the door opened three feet ahead of him automatically. Chief was faced with an Elite staring him face to face. The elite's shield burst into life, a crackling barrier of energy as two marines came from behind a door. Chief had launched his knee into the air heading for the elite's stomach. The marines took his attention once it recovered from his attack, they where well trained dodging the elites attacks.
Foreseeing defeat the elite went through an unlocked door down the hall blood trailing from his left thigh. "Would you look at him run like the dog he is" said one the marines. The second helped chief from where he was knocked down and was surprised at what he found.
"Wow, so it's true, there is one of you guys aboard". Chief wasn't listening instead he was looking him up and down. He seemed like an ordinary space marine.
In a green uniformed jumpsuit, with body armour covering all part except limb joints. Standard lightweight boots and standard helmet with an eyepiece that gave vital statistics and recorded the battles he'd seen. Everything seemed normal except something was different. Chief remembered that this was the first time in a while he talked to a marine. He had mostly been with other Spartans.
"You're a master chief right, I've heard the talk. Chief you're properly after the captain he's at the bridge just goes down the hall". He said gesturing just behind him. Chief nodded.
"Well see you around, I'm Joe if you want you know." Chief didn't seem to register for as soon as he finish, Chief left. Joe turned to his comrade, "OK lock 'n' load, where not dead...yet"
Part 2 soon + Input welcome
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